Classic Poem

TO A LAWYER .

Trapp'd by my neighbour in his clover,
Three pigs I see'd you to recover.
Before the court you gravely stand,
And stroke your wig, and smooth your band;
Then, taking up the kingdom's story,
You ope' your case with Alfred's glory;
Of Norman William's curfew bell,
And Cœur de Lion's prowess tell;
How thro' the ravag'd fields of France
Edwards and Henries shook the lance;
How great Eliza o'er the main
Pursu'd the shatter'd pride of Spain,
And Orange broke a tyrant's chain.
 All this, good Sir, is mighty fine;
But now, an please you, to my swine!